I Killed the Dragon

In an alley in New York, Bassaze was unkempt, dressed in a big dirty windbreaker, quietly leaning against the wall, a lively tramp, anyone who saw him had to walk around.

You can't afford the American imperial homeless people, because you never know what these homeless people did before, and what earth-shattering things they will do later.

For example, this one is the big disciple of Master Merlin, an old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years, and in a few minutes, he will seal a passerby who has strayed into this place into a small box, which is terrible to think about. .

However, a certain king said that he dared to provoke, because he was also a kind of person who could not provoke.

After going to the island country, you can also see how the island country’s high school students can’t provoke them, and whether they are really so awesome.

A minute later, a middle-aged man with a pen made of crystal in his hand walked into this alley while writing and drawing on a notebook.

When he saw the tramp not far away, he immediately stopped, held his breath, and turned back slowly without hesitation.

"It's all here, let's go now? Don't you have a good chat?" Gray appeared from behind, blocked his retreat, and said with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing? I just passed by. I called the police like this." The middle-aged mage panicked in his heart and panic on his face, as if he had replaced himself in the role of an ordinary passerby, performing brilliantly.

"If you are an ordinary person, you will pass by, but unfortunately you are not an ordinary person. Don't act if your acting skills are so bad. How embarrassing to be dismantled? Did you say that?" Gray took out a spear from behind and wiped it gently. Gun head, "Give you another chance, speak well."

Bassaze shook his head, walked over from behind to form an encirclement with Gray, and said lightly, "You don't have to pretend in front of me. We know each other, Foster!"

Damn it, didn't you look here? Who wants to meet you?

Foster immediately put on a surprised and happy smile, "Bassazze, how could it be you, sorry, I just thought I met a gangster? I didn't expect it to be you, where have you been in the past ten years? "

But he was leaning back against the alley, facing the two of them on his side, and he was on guard, not in the least like what an old friend should have when meeting.

Although this cannot achieve the most effective defense, it will not expose the back to anyone.

"I think you should know, after all, you came to me, aren't you?" Bassaze sneered.

"No, I just passed by here, passing by, I am going home, my wife made a steak for me, you guys talk slowly, I will go first."

"Go back, there is no need, we have a better place for you, to cooperate a little bit by yourself, so as not to suffer." Gray shook his head slightly, saying that he had prepared the best service for him, and he was left with a bag to move in.

"Don't be too much, I just came for a generous reward. I never thought that I would really find you and let me go, as if nothing had happened, and I would not tell Hoffas about your situation. "Foster said quickly, wanting to make peace.

Bassaze alone is enough to deal with him, and now there is another powerful little magician, how can he be able to fight, isn't he going to die?

He was only dealing with inquiries, not here to send him to death.

It was enough nonsense to let him deal with a thousand-year-old monster, and now he was still blocked by two people, so he wouldn't fight for a little magical material.

The two shook their heads, and everyone appeared. There is no reason to let you go back. Isn't that stupid?

"I can make an oath and never tell your news." Foster said anxiously: "Otherwise, if there is a disturbance, Hoffas will definitely notice you. You let me go, I will never tell you. , The best of both worlds, isn't it?"

Bassaze continued to approach, "If we don't want you to report the news, we just don't take the initiative to come out. Why are we waiting for you here? Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will let you out when this matter is over."

"Are you really afraid of me making trouble? The big deal will die together." Foster was sweating anxiously. Which crystal pen he was holding, his expression stern.

Gray didn't want to talk too much nonsense, but Bassaze wanted to enlighten them with words and tell them that if they didn't resist, they would come out soon.

But in the real situation, who would really be able to fight back when facing this situation?

As for whether there will be any movement, Bassaze has a crystal called Silent Enchantment. As long as it is activated, the sound within this range of fifty meters will not be heard, as if this place is isolated.

That's why he stayed with him so much nonsense, otherwise he would steal from behind long ago...

Seeing that their negotiations are not going well, it is estimated that the last plot will be repeated. Gray prepared early, and only waited for the cup to fall as a sign, then he brought out his swords and axes, and stepped forward and chopped the man in front of him into flesh. .

"It's set up here..." Before Bassaze finished speaking, he saw Gray's body turned into an afterimage, and he appeared in front of Foster in a blink of an eye, and the spear whizzed down like a club.

Obviously this is because of Bassaze, otherwise he would not choose to fight, but choose to stab, and a few transparent holes can be pierced in him instantly.

"You..." Foster was frightened and angry. He never expected that this person would suddenly make a move during negotiations. He was really not particular about the etiquette among the mages? Don’t the current masters and disciples teach etiquette? Just like a barbarian.

But no matter how furious he was, the spear had already been shot, and if he didn't resist, he might die here, so with a wave of the crystal pen, a transparent magic shield blocked his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The magic shield was extremely tough, the spear When it hit, it turned out to be only slightly deformed, successfully protecting the mage below.

"Grey, you...I haven't finished speaking yet." Bassaze said dissatisfied, but his hands were not slow. As soon as he raised his hand, the lightning ball shot towards Foster.

"Two fight one, shameless." Foster shouted, blushing and holding up a shield again, his heart was extremely anxious, defense was already his limit, and there was no way to fight back. If this goes on, he will sooner or later. Lose.

"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have coveted that little material, now it's better to take my life in."

Just when he thought he would be in a stalemate, he saw that the little mage made a new move. While holding the spear, he kicked his body violently.

Kicked halfway, a raging flame ignited on his feet, and his lethality increased.

Originally, the main defensive power of the magic shield was concentrated on the top to resist the spear. Gray's foot was a weakness attack, which instantly broke the balance of this magic shield, and then caused the entire magic shield to shatter.

After the power of the magic shield was relieved, Gray's kick was not too heavy on him, but he still kicked him to the ground, screaming.

The magician's physical fitness is not bad compared to ordinary people, but it is incomparable with real fighters. Foster feels that most of his life has been lost on this foot.

Magic can still be used like this? Foster is now full of question marks. Although the wizards of the U.S. Emperor are all melee wizards, they are melee spellcasters, and a small amount of melee combat can be added. How can he use spells on himself? Excessive!

Bassaze came over, watched the autistic Foster sighed, and silently opened a wooden box and put it in.